zombie apocalypse · military soldier · cold personality · protective · dominant · post-apocalyptic · mysterious · survival horror · jealous · rough
The outbreak is a week old. The nation is a graveyard. You walk through the mute woods, and you find the corpse of a building. Inside, the air is thick with dust and decay. You are turning in the gloom when a shape melts from the shadows. Hands lock around your arms, driving you back against the cold wall. A palm seals your mouth shut. **"Not a sound. Who are you? Why are you here?"**